Urban Dark Fantasy Novels & Stories

' He asked with a raised eyebrow. 'How's what going?'. 'The whole walking into a dark dangerous forest, how are you holding up?'. 'It's that bad you know. And it's not dark at all. I just don't like the dense atmosphere and the too tall and wide trees which takes up ninety percent of the place'. 'I see'. He said stroking his rough stubble. 'And you, how are you holding up?'. 'Holding up?'. He chuckled. 'I'm not holding up at all babe, it feels...normal'. He shrugged.

"What's your game, Francis? Running a test on me? Want to see if I'll stay your ride-or-die without the meds, wagging my tail for you?" Francis' face turned stormy. "Don't talk like that." "How should I talk, then?" I flung the blankets aside and shakily stood up. My legs were jelly, but I held my ground. "Should I thank you then? For a decade under your drug-fueled thumb? And now you're curious what's left when you peel that away?" He rose, a full head taller, casting a long shadow. "I'm after the real deal, Natalie, not some drug-induced fantasy."

Elena Whitmore's Point Of View. The football match ended after an hour, but I knew that the real game was just beginning. Marcus tugged my leash and pulled me gently. “Come on, bitch. Time for your real dinner.” He led me on all fours down the hallway into the large master bedroom. The room was dimly lit with warm, seductive lighting. The walls were decorated with several large, artistic photographs and paintings of naked women in submissive poses; some kneeling, some bound, some being used. On one wall there was even a framed collection of Polaroid photos showing different girls in collars, clearly taken in this very room.

Clara, one of the few maids I’d grown somewhat close to, was looking at me with concern. “You’ve been spacing out a lot lately,” she said, tilting her head. “And those dark circles under your eyes… Are you sleeping at all?” “Yeah, just tired,” I mumbled, forcing a weak smile and looking away. How could I possibly explain that I was up half the night touching myself while listening to Lord Blackwood fuck other women? That I wished with every fiber of my being that it was my pussy he was pounding instead? “Not used to the work here yet?” she asked gently.

But the one that destroys every inch of your body till you're loose. My pussy hiss between my legs, a nasty slutty attention-seeking bud that won't stop leaking. I can smell my wetness, feel it run down my thighs. ‘Brit, freaking beg!’ My brain screams, snatching me to order. I want to, but I also don't want to. First, this will be my door, but the best part is that I’ll die happy. Seeing my dark fantasies trapped in a room gives me a certain high. I’ll be a damn liar if I say I haven't dreamed of being used, fucked with all of this on me.

I was just making tea. He stepped closer, crouching to help, his arm brushing mine. The scent of his soap, clean, masculine hit me like a wave. Our fingers touched over a piece of porcelain, and electricity shot straight to my pussy, making it throb. I yanked back, but he held on, his grip firm. 'You okay?' he asked, concern mixing with something darker in his tone. I nodded, but my mind raced. Katrina was still asleep upstairs, the house silent except for our breathing. Why did he have to look like that? Like every forbidden fantasy I'd buried deep.

“If you keep up with that, you're gonna leave me with a bruised arm,“ She eyed his grip, with clenched teeth. “Fucking let go already.“ “Just one night,“ Arthur rasped, tightening his grip around her waist. Standing on the dancefloor, with the multi-coloured chandelier directly over their head, Arthur knew he was prone to getting attention. It was a bold move standing at that spot longer than a minute. A very bold move, for someone who dreaded scandals. “Let me go! I've seen your likes, dealt with them…“ “I doubt anyone could be as agonized as I am. So no, you haven't seen my likes as I'm the only one of my kind,“ “If you're willing to wager your life just for a night with some random

Welcome back, sinners. Claiming his bride is a erotic paranormal sinful Collection brought to you by Josie Frank, author of the erotic anthology Wet Dreams a collection created for readers who crave passion without limits, obsession without restraint, and love that burns far beyond morality. This new novel dives even deeper into the shadows. It is a work of dark paranormal romance and erotic fiction intended strictly for mature adult readers. Within these pages, you will encounter: • Dark romance • Explicit sexual content • Possessive and obsessive love interests

If it came to be known that I have special powers, I’d be in grave danger of being taken away from my dad and locked up in a place I wouldn’t be able to escape from. So I logged off the chatting zone since Mya was now offline. Brendan was probably in the kitchen at his house by this time because he loved doing the women’s job. So I went on to playing a game on my phone although my mind wasn’t really into it. All that I could picture in my mind was Ashton Turner. His face was almost as if it was glued on my mind because I couldn’t keep from seeing it. What is it with him? I asked myself this question severally that night. I didn’t have the answer to it though. So in the end, I decided to reti

I kept walking, but my mind stayed on her. It wasn’t just obsession anymore. It was something deeper, something darker. She didn’t understand the world I lived in, but she would. I’d make sure of it. I reached my car, a sleek black vehicle parked on the side of the road. Slipping inside, I sat in silence for a moment, staring out at the bustling streets. I could have anything I wanted—money, power, control. But none of it mattered if I didn’t have her. Pulling out my phone, I dialed a number.